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Hi
PixieMama People. Let’s throw a huge happy birthday celebration cheer to Polly!
I’m
honoured to be here today with some reflection on my last 10 years and hope to
inspire you to think about what has moved you over the same time.
To
jump back, let’s start by looking at right now. 28 years old and feeling time
whiz by faster than my proverbial pen can write, I think back.
10
years ago, I was 18 and just about to finish my first year at university. Time
didn’t move as quick. Days were split into four sections, class/study, work,
party and sleep. By Canadian standards, I was officially an adult. With this, I
obtained my political right to vote. Naturally, this also led the rebel in me to
believe I knew enough to always shape the right answer. It was this very
thinking that brought me to dropping out of school after year 1 and
not-so-glamorously moving out of my parents’ home and in with the boy who would,
sometime later, become the man I would marry.
20
came next and things got rocky. Life started rumbling around and the routine I
had grown to know challenged me. My relationship was sketchy. Waitressing
certainly was not my chosen profession. Money didn’t stretch as far as it needed
to. Along came the storm that refused to settle. The strong winds within shook
my relationship, flipped my career, and left me with the big bad wolf to blow my
house down. As often happens, the winds did settle but in their wake left a wet
haze.
22
then. My relationship with Mr. Right spun itself back together and we were
happily (perhaps more correctly terrified) awaiting an arrival from the stork.
Few shared in our joy. We had a roof over us but it certainly was not our own.
My #1 son came and blessed me with a new life. One which would forever brand me
with the hard earned title of Mamma.
A few months of couches and borrowed rooms and we would find ourselves on a
doorstep of our own picking out furnishings and appliances. Seeing as
responsibility was making itself pronounced I returned to studies part time
anticipating they would lead me to better overall options down the road.
24 was
most momentous for our official engagement and very quickly followed by a move
into a bigger house painted into our home. Wedding bells rang in the fall of
year 25. My dreams were painting themselves into the picture I’d envisioned so
many years before.
Knowing things for me usually work better in even numbers, 26
graced me with Baby #2. A beauty she is.
The title of Princess was
earned the moment she arrived.
So,
here I am - time flying by faster than I will acknowledge or admit and 28 seems
too ready to bid me farewell. 29 I’m sure will race away. There will be me,
knocking on the door of my next decade. I’m excited. Seeing the wonderful people
in this virtually connected world sharing their stories and supporting and
encouraging mine, I am the calmest I’ve ever been to welcome and embrace change.
10 years have bestowed upon me the wisdom to know that I do not know it all, to
ask when I need help and to offer what I can.
Polly,
as you cross the threshold to 30, I wish for you fullness, challenge, growth,
entertainment, and enough sparkle to paint a night’s sky.
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Kristina blogs over at Tina's Tree and is a contributer at The Inspiration Studio. Thanks for kicking off the birthday celebrations!!!
What a great post - so many lessons here
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